One Direction Preferences

Punk series: #9 First "I love you"

Louis: "What'd he do?" You mumbled as Louis was walking you back home from the coffee shop. Louis shrugged his shoulders, focusing entirely on the sideway ahead of him. "Please tell me, Louis. If it wasn't important then it wouldn't have made you so upset." Louis sighed, slipping out of his jacket and placing it over your shoulders. "He was just being a fucking dick, y/n. He was saying some pretty rude things so, in my opinion, he got exactly what he deserved." "Lou, just because he said a few things that you didn't like doesn't mean that gives you the right to beat him up. That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Louis shook his head, wrapping his hand around yours tightly though he continued to focus on the sidewalk. "Y/n, when it comes to protecting and defending you, nothing's too harsh." You stopped walking, forcing Louis to stop also. "It is, Louis. If he said anything that bad, I'm sure there was a different way that you could've dealt with it." "You don't fucking understand, y/n!" Louis growled, pushing you up against the side of a building. "I'm in love with you and I don't want any other man telling me how much he wants to fuck you. I love you so fucking much that I don't even know how to deal with these feelings." He nuzzled his head into your neck, gently kissing the spot behind your ear. "I love you, baby." He whispered into your ear. "Do you love me too, sweetie?" You nodded your head, tangling your fingers through his hair. "Say it, y/n. Need to hear you say it." "I love you too, Louis. Love you so much..."

Liam: Waiting for Liam to text you seemed like you were waiting for an eternity though, in reality, it was only a few hours. Your phone rang and you scrambled to grab it. As soon as you answered it, before you could even say 'hello', Liam's voice filled your ears. "I'm okay. You can stop worrying now." You giggled slightly when you realized that he had already know how much you were worried. "Thank you for calling, Liam. I didn't think you actually would..." "Of course I would, baby. I promised you, didn't I?" You couldn't help but love when Liam talked like this; with his guard completely let down and not caring if anyone heard what he was saying to you. "I miss you already," He mumbled in a soft voice. "It's lonely here; all by myself..." "I wanted to come with you Liam but you wouldn't let me. If yo-" "I told you to say there that way I know you're safe," Liam interrupted you, "If you would have come with me, they're no telling what would've happened." "I can take care of myself, Liam. Whether or not I went with you, I would've been just fine." He sighed, beginning to get a bit frustrated. "I know, y/n. I know damn well that you'd be completely fine without me but I hate not being there to make sure of it. I just-I love you so fucking much and I don't like not being around you. I'm in love with you, y/n, and I feel like a dick for leaving you behind when I know that you wanted to come with me." You were at a complete loss for words. "I-I love you too, L-Liam..." You stuttered, feeling your heart want to burst, in a good way, at the moment. "I'll always love you, y/n." You could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke, "Baby, I have to go but, I promise, I'll call you in the morning." You sighed but agreed, "Okay. Bye, Li..." You sighed when the line went dead and flopped down onto your bed. You couldn't help but think everything was perfect at the moment; well it would be, if only Liam was there with you.

Niall: "You're so pretty, y/n, you know that?" Niall giggled into your ear, resting most of his body weight on yours as you dragged him towards your front door. Your parents were away for the weekend on some business trip so it would be perfectly okay if Niall spent the night there. "You've already said that about twenty times tonight." "I just don't want my girl to forget that." You quickly unlocked the door and dragged Niall up the stairs and into your room. He quickly flopped onto your bed and sent you a goofy smile. "C'mon sweetie. I wanna cuddle with you." "I will," You chuckled, "I just have to change first. I'll be right back." You mumbled, grabbing a pair of pajamas and heading towards the bathroom. "Just change in here, I don't mind." You knew that he was drunk but you couldn't help the fact that your cheeks reddened. You scurried off to the bathroom without replying and changed quickly. When you returned to the room, Niall was spread across the bed asleep, leaving you no room to lie. "Niall," You whispered, gently shaking him awake. "Move over a bit." Niall groaned and shook his head, causing his hair to fall in front of his face. "Lay on me, babe. I won't mind at all." Knowing how stubborn Niall is, you didn't bother to argue with him and just crawled to lie on his chest. He instantly wrapped his arms around you so tightly that you'd believe he was scared you'd leave him during the night. "I love you so fucking much, baby." He mumbled into your ear. "Thank you for taking care of me tonight."

Zayn: You've been awfully quiet since Zayn had told him what happened and it was killing him inside. He knew he should have told you, he knew it, but he could never deny you of anything. Zayn was silently praying that you'd talk once you got to his apartment. "Here we are." He mumbled unlocking the door and leading you in. "This place is only yours?" You said quietly, observing the clean apartment surrounding you. Zayn nodded, following you into the living room. "Zayn," You asked curiously, sitting down on the couch and waiting for him to join you. When he did, he nodded for you to continue your thought. "Do you live here alone?" Zayn nodded, you could tell that he was uncomfortable with where this conversation was heading but you had to know. "What about your family? I mean, most people in high school still live with their parents." Zayn internally groaned, pulling you to sit on his lap because, if he was going to have this conversation now, he wanted you as close to him as possible. "Yeah, but most people aren't me. If I tell you something, you have to promise that nothing will change between us." You nodded your head slightly; a bit scared of what he was about to tell you if he needed reassurance that you'd still be together. "Well, my parents didn't exactly approve of my lifestyle a few months ago. Long story short, they kicked me out, forced me to live alone and fend for myself. At the moment, I thought I was lucky to not have to deal with my parents anymore; no one telling me what to do or where to go. I realized I was completely out of my comfort zone when I realized I needed a place to live, a job to pay for that place. I just-I ne-" You cut him off with a kiss to his lips when you saw tears begin to form in his eyes. "Calm down, Zayn. You can tell me more when you're ready. I'm not going to rush you." Zayn wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into the tightest hug possible. "Thank you, baby girl." He mumbled into your hair, "I love you so much, y/n. Thank you so much for accepting me..." You felt your heart skip a beat for the broken boy in front of you. "I love you too, Zayn. I always will."

Harry: "Please talk to me, y/n." Harry begged. Since he had practically attacked John in the hallway earlier that day you had been painfully quiet and it was honestly killing Harry. He didn't know if you were mad at him or you just weren't in the mood for talking but he needed to hear your voice again. "I'm sorry for earlier but you heard what they were saying about you and I don't want anyone to speak to you or about you like that." He gripped your hand in his as he stopped the car, pulling into some abandoned parking lot. You nodded your head, still not speaking. "You didn't have to attack him though..." You mumbled, still looking out the car window. "Y/n," Harry said sadly. "Please look at me. We need to talk." "I know." You mumbling, refusing to look at him. "I just-I didn't like seeing you like that. It was like you shut off all of your emotions and only focused on hate. You had this look in your eyes; god, it was terrifying. After seeing that, Harry, I couldn't help but think what if that was me? What if I was the person who made you that angry? Would you have done that to me too?" "No, no, y/n. I'd never, ever hurt you. You're my entire world and I'd never, in a million years, even dream of hurting you. I'm completely in love with you, y/n." Harry a few fingers below your chin and turned you head to look at him instead of the window. "I'm sorry I scared you, boo. All I wanted to do was protect you. I love you so fucking much, y/n. Will you please forgive me?" You lurched yourself forward and into his arms. "I love you too, Harold. I'm sorry for reacting like that." Harry shook his head, a small grin on his face since you had finally forgiven him, rubbing your back gently. "It's okay, babe. It's okay..."